There's no "proper" way to cry politely in public (idea)

Somehow you know it's going to be bad news. The tone in his voice when casually inviting you out for a beer, the most public place possible. You wear the shirt instinctively- the father's oxford, four sizes too large, with floppy inkstained cuffs that hang to hide your hands. To hell with eyemakeup. Drive slowly, chainsmoking, consciously fighting the urge to make a wrong turn and just go- Memphis, California. Wherever. Not here.

In one swift ninja move, you are out of the car and strutting across the parking lot, head high, a deep drag and flick the butt with proud fury. He is on the cellphone, dramatic arm movements and laughing just a little too loud. Filling with metallic hate, your vision clouds at the edges.
The table littered already with jubilant beer bottles. You swig one and finish it before sitting, surly, under his questioning gaze until he hangs up.

Suddenly, interrupted. The server, grinning for tips, Hey how'dja like another beer, huh? You glance up and nod, mouth trying not to crumple in the pain of crashing back into reality. You turn your head away until she leaves, covering your eyes in a sleeve.